"I think it's perfect." - Samantha forces a smile, while Meredith bursts out laughing without being able to restrain herself:
"I look like a whale." - I snort, looking in the mirror, reminding me of why I never liked snow.
Despite hating my curves right now, I can't help but smile under my breath when Samantha starts laughing too.
I am glad that Meredith is almost back to the one she was before: seeing her next to Ethan these days would not have helped me at all, even if I have repeatedly seen them chatting and smiling at each other.
Now that I've confirmed how perverted and whore Ethan is, I don't know to what extent I would accept his relationship with Meredith, and just thinking about it I can't hold back a grimace.
"Try this." - my friend wakes me from my thoughts, handing me a giant wool sweatshirt, just one of those that annoy me.
Actually, I find all winter clothes unbearable and when I stay at home I prefer to go around in heavy and comfortable pajamas, or maybe in underwear, but I will have to commit myself to being presentable in front of Ian and his friend, even if I don't care making a good impression in front of Ethan.
Besides, it will only be five days and I'm sure I'll be able to survive, even if I'll be surrounded by snow.
I was tempted to turn down Ian's offer that night, but then I thought about it while my friend was jumping around like a little girl.
I've been living with Ethan and Ian for a couple of weeks, but I don't know much about them, so I decided to accept to get to know both of them better, especially Ian, since I already know enough about Ethan.
I snort loudly and send the curls back, moving with difficulty for the jeans that squeeze my buttocks more than my usual skirts.
"How's it going with him?" - I shudder at Samantha's voice, as I enter the dressing room again, but I understand that she refers to me when Meredith remains silent.
"He's a bastard." - I take advantage of his question to vent the anger towards Ethan that I have been holding for a few days, gritting my teeth together, and then hurrying to put on the heavy shirt:
"You should give him a second chance." - I frown at Samantha's words when I notice that she starts defending Ethan without even knowing him, so I decide to summarize that moron's personality with a sentence, as I leave the dressing room:
"He fucked my father's wife!" - I exclaim as soon as I meet her eyes, completely forgetting Meredith's presence, while Samantha opens her eyes wide, replying instantly:
"Jack had sex with your stepmother?!" - she asks alarmed, while I plant my feet on the ground and widen my eyes in turn at hearing his name.
"Jack? No! Were you talking about Jack? "- I start to stammer as I feel my cheeks go up in flames, feeling Meredith's eyes on me, while Samantha tilts her head, visibly calming down:
"Who else?" - she asks, narrowing her eyes, but this time I just bring the attention back to my reflection, shrugging to change the subject:
"You have to give Jack a second chance, Valerie." - she insists again, making me assume a confused grimace: Samantha never cared about my relationship with Jack, on the contrary, several times she made me understand that she agreed with my father in the past, urging me to leave Jack before he did.
Instead of responding to her provocation, I can't help but think about Jack's attitude these days: he hasn't been around since the day he called me to apologize, and I shudder at the mere memory of his voice.
Maybe he really decided to leave me alone, or maybe he teased me until the moment he realized he was safe that he wouldn't go to jail.
In any case, even if that jerk becomes a saint and starts treating me as he has never treated me before, I would never follow the advice of my friend, that I don't know how it came to her mind, since she should know better than me how important it is to have little trust in men.
«It doesn't fit me, right?» - I raise my chin towards my reflection, satisfied for the first time with such a garment on, even though I feel Samantha roll her eyes behind me when she realizes that I have changed the subject.
"Samantha is right." - this time it is Meredith who speaks, making me turn my heels and look both of them in their face to understand what is going on with my friends.
They are the same ones who kept me company while I was crying for that idiot, and they tried to console me by saying that one day I would find the right man, someone who would not make fun of me, who would love me for real and who would make me forget the past.
But they also knew how hard it would be to forget about him, so I don't understand why both of them are now on his side.
Jack always took me out to give me less time to study.
And every night ... Every single night since the day we got together, he would walk into my bedroom to sleep next to me, even after knowing I wouldn't let him take my virginity off.
He always asked me why, to then talk about his dreams and the fact that he wanted a large family with me, with so many children to form 'a football team', while I listened to him in silence without being able to tell him the truth and trying to make him believe that I would only let myself be touched by him after the wedding.
He laughed. I imitated him.
They were unforgettable evenings and without malice, but inside of me I knew how much it would cost me to hide such a great truth from him.
"Why are you saying that?" - I stammer when I finally find the courage to speak, while my friends exchange a quick glance, and then resume looking at me.
"He showed up, didn't he? Did you go out with him that night? "- this time it's Meredith talking, looking my eyes, but my gaze fixed on the ground and the absence of an answer from me makes them both understand that it's true.
«See... he has repented.» - Samantha adds immediately after, forcing me to look her straight in the eye. I would never trust Jack, but if he really meant to avoid me for the rest of his life, he could have chosen another lawyer.
And then ... that 'I'm sorry' that he addressed to me a couple of days ago I didn't like at all, because it does nothing but confirm the words of my friend, but instead of responding to Samantha I decide to close the conversation:
"I'll think about it. »- I nod at my words, lowering my head to see how the outfit fits me, and then go back to the dressing room before either of them can reopen the conversation.
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